[ there's a prick of something inside of him at her words. is it a touch of excitement? the beginning stages of a slight spark of adrenaline at the concept that she may have entertained the same thoughts as he had a million times over? laying complete waste to everything is an intrinsic want he could have likely related to more than anything else she could have said. his fingers twitch slightly as he looks back up to her, as if studying any diminutive shift in her features. he takes a moment to swallow, letting the silence linger on his lips, before giving his own scoff. ]

Yet, time and time again, we try. [ it's a lesson he hasn't learned yet, that's for sure, but he still keeps her perspective in mind. maybe this is what he's always felt. her capability of violence, and yet despite that, he feels like there's more to it.

at the very least, she hasn't used it on him yet, and he can tell by the way she looks at him that... if she really wanted him dead, he probably would have been just that. but, even that idea makes his lips quirk up in a smile that looks nothing short of devious. ] If revenge no longer suits you, have you thought about what you wanted to do from here? [ here, they were...

technically free? even if he probably tries not to think of this fact. ]